Mercy For the Messy

If my cry for mercy bounces back, then will my hope remain dark. If a plea for grace fails my need, my faith will stand, a broken reed. Don't forget you're known for mercy, the last hope when my life's messy. Don't forget I'm made from dust; if diamond, I'll swell and burst. On the mountain, I see your wonders; heavens wow, my heart ponders. I stand before your court, bowed; before the righteous judge, cowed. I cringe at the surge of fears as the blaze of your anger tears apart, shreds my sail. I can't stand the waves haul me to a distant shore till I see you in the storm and my faith rebounds to peak form. My God, remember mercy in your anger; your love's higher than the danger. Unyielding, I hold on to your mercy, the prized hope when life turns messy; the only anchor when my soul's sinking and a trillion stars watch, winking. © 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi